Vic Market

Victoria her majesty
would look shocked
even her stiff upper lip
would quiver
if she saw what
goods we do not need
but heed and want
today -
the strangest would be
that we find it so natural
ironing board covers
with roos on
covers for phones with
Mickey Mouse
all produced in China.
Her majesty would
spin in her grave
if she saw the sex gadgets
you absolutely had to acquire.
Victoria would find
the world wanting.

Man from Oz

Man from Oz, Man from Oz
wails the bitch
it was not to be us
what a snitch
I hear your voice
from far away
let me rejoice
that you are alive today.

Man from Oz, Man from Oz
never a go
many years - a paradox
letters crossed - know
that in our parallel lives
we have found what
we could not have thrived
together like that.

Man from Oz, Man from Oz
smiles the Dane
through her tears and snot
not in vain
have we kept up ship
thus wrote about the self
those drops of tender quips
sustains our wealth.

Man from Oz, Man from Oz
from whence we go
another great loss
when the stop of the flow
of thoughts, our mortality
friendshipped for life
that is our reality
what a strange fife.

To my unborn grandson!

Laden with love and curiosity
a child conceived in lust
a baby grown in mother love
the father will have to share
his thrilling deed of must.

This is a beautiful earth
if you comply within the norms
you will teach two people
to share - to make ends meet
you will become the waging storm.

What burden you have, little one,
you just don't know it at all -
you shall sleep, suck, and poop
you shall smile and observe
you shall smell the world's wall.

You have such potential, wee one,
you will enter the realm of humanity
and that , my grandson, is not all fun
you will see for yourself one day
you will like me ask, why? Insanity?

So if I could wish something for you
of substance of help along your way
keep goodness and gentleness close
make loads of friends - be kind
be true to yourself - that's my say.

Oz dreamz

The land of Oz
so vast, so dreaming,
the man of Oz
youthful gleaming.

The great Dane
a great deal older
will revisit a time
when she was bolder.

Will they meet again
the man from Oz
and the great Dane?
it's a go and touch!

Vølva's Web

Vølva Vigga walked wearily where no one had thread'
deep in her thoughts she was shaking her head.
Was there nothing she could do to help the children
nothing that she could say to save them from withering?
She puzzled - should she go back to whence it began
when the world was young, just a speck of sand?
That grain which evolved into the grand mother
Gaia and the planets, the stars, and all other
beings in the universe so great to behold
why her children is killing their own abode?
Her sisters Isis, Ki, Frigga, Athina, Uma
Sarah, Brigid, Khadija, Maria, Tara,
Amaterasu, Shakti, Anahita Matsu
Mami Wata, Eingana, Hina-Ika, Mavu.
Each of them tries their best to reign
this earth, their brood, to keep them sane
healthy, nourished, brighteyed - not vain.
Hubris! They forgot Sophia, their sister,
who insists on skeptism and blister
if they for jingoism and fanatism fall
besotted by orators and snake charmers' balls.
Sophia, figured Vigga the Vølva, would save
Gaia's brood from themselves enslave'd
from fallacious self-righteous blind spots
mixed with political damning bigots -
a soup so toxic that Vigga wonders
if Sophia could stop and about it ponder.
Could Isis' kindred learn to accept the other
without promoting Osiris her brother
as sine qua non to their genuine plan
or Gu, Mavu's son, a warrior and a man
who was supposed to this planet endow
with arts and crafts and no war sow
but did he do it - no, and Mavu is sad
cause this place is all that she ever had.
Vigga the Vølva to Sophia hotly appeals
"Tell me what can I do to change this yield?"
Sophia, highborn, took pity on her sister
and smiled, leaned over to whisper
in her snail coiled ear with pearly-lobe,
"Vigga, there is only one thing - hope
for democracy and honesty to survive
otherwise they are all going to die
and leave Gaia worse than they her got -
nothing - for their own brood in the pot.
They have to learn to listen to each other
man, woman, sister, and little brother.
They have to stop the killing in somebody's name
they are just avoiding to take their own blame.
They have to try and save the earth from melting
otherwise strong winds will come belting.
They have to be nice and their fate embrace
they must remember we're all the human race.
To be kind to animals and themselves respect -
then they chance survival. So is my behest".
Sophia smiled at Vigga the Vølva and said
"Go and lie down in thy silvery bed
dream about good tidings, mead, and joy;
tomorrow you will have to toil thy soil".
Vigga thanked Sophia and gave her a gift
she had carried all along - an herbal mix.
They parted - Sophia in the mist - enchanted
Vigga on the bank of the river entranced
the fifth seaon between summer and fall
brought forth beautiful spiderwebs for all.

Symbiotic melancholy?

The drumming drizzle
dooms the dainty daisy
standing stealthily
in the shade of the lonely willow.

The weeping willow is threadbare
so the daisy has to fend for itself.
Will the willow wallow when
the fallen flower is felled?

Valor

She had to shut
the machines
keeping a loved one alive
a freak accident -
alas the quality of life nil.
I admire that person
since he was the love of her life.
Each year on that day
I think of her valor.

Codeword

Political campaigns are full of these
war-mongers delight in them
slanderers wallow in the fakes
codeword : rumors.

Politicians utter slurs
warriors boost with fear
lampoonists' delights
codeword : danger.

Mix up this potent brew
with fanaticism of a religious bend
codeword : War.

Frustration!

Powers of the world's
leaders hurt millions -
some are very simplistic
"I want what you've got!"

Demotion of kings
will be what we need
return to kindergarten
"You need to grow up!"

Wish it was that simple
to change the stage around
facing the real problems
"This farce got to stop!"

Spectator

Five years ago this date
9/11 is one of those
where we remember
exactly what we were doing.

Five years ago I went
out in my yard somewhere
in Maryland eveningtide
a gorgeous sunset - silence.

Murmuring of the cars
occasional fly-over of planes
bustling children - nothing
birds' chirping - deafened.

It is with this quiescence
that I shall remember
the souls of September
the sonic deathliness.

Sibylla and her children

Far away in a distant land
was a wise old woman

She was known as Sibylla
she lived in her villa.

Her daughters were fair
they had gorgeous long hair

Her sons grew potatoes
and lots of tomatoes.

Her man was dead and gone
she sang him a swansong.

Sibylla was a clever witch
whose brew did the trick

She imposed her skill only
on the sad and very lonely

If you drank her special brew
hemlock with added bamboo

Your dreams would enhance
giving you the only chance

Transform your blunt desires
into maddening wildfires

Sibylla has an ability so bold
to metamorp your soul

The witch is a dream of strength
I wonder to which length

her children would wander
to wrest the power asunder

Time is benevolent to the young
Sibylla's children will be strong

to master her forte and crafts
but like her they will draft

their lives and our dreams
almost from scratch it seems

cause each lonely soul must build
on old times - Sibylla - your yield.

Hubris redux

earthlings' sufferances
from own indulgences
and ueberoptimism
poor globe - pity us
electing fools
interested in
only themselves
nothing unique
Hubris redux

Messy mandrake

Mind-boggling mandrake
manipulated in medieval medicine
mentioned in many myths
may it mayhap be the marvel
to measure our mind's
metamorphic mellowness -
mesmorizing the metabolism.
What a mess!

Tudor wars - Tutor mores

Tutoring about Elizabethean

 tudor times would be a dream 

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grammar, context - content. 

Insightful meanings help students

Tudor wars and their mores 

will be forever on foreign shores

 

Areopagos revisited

Yonder years ago
men created a place
where folks and foe
could take their case.

Heliaia was a minor one
for the lower classes;
Areopagos shone
for the upper castes.

The birth of what we call
democracy for "everyone".
Humans are still not equal
Our rights remains an illusion.

Comment on commerce

Motley menacing fools
pretend to escalate
with the markets;
yet the bulls and the bears
joust us all,
the futures are
vultures.
The common soul
evolves into a goat again.

Blues for Gaia

Rainy day blues
mellow minute
deep down - digging dirt

Windy day blues
nothing can stop
the a-train has puffed off

Sunny day blues
the soil is suffocating -
she is huffing glue.

Gaia's blues
what can she do
except starting again!

The Völva's Vulva

Yes, yes, nooh
and so it goes
my vulva's talk
the stake's walk
alas, it soon ends.

Yes, yes, nooh
here it shows
the earthlings' scream
the birthing dream
alas, it starts again.

Yes, yes, nooh
on with our woes
our children's fate
they their earth hate
alas, this is my ken.